Horses

a picture in my mind, a thrill in my jeart...

I'm thinking of Horses

                                                         from memory                    

I can hear them talking 

                                                         quietly

against the early light of dawn                                   

                                                         silhouetted 

milling and moving together 

                                                         effortlessly

their body and spirit

                                                          carry me

I'm thinking of Horses

Author's Note

...and that aint no Bull.

Reviews

[Angi]

I like the way you wrote this, John. Sometimes pieces like this can get strange and I feel clumsy while trying to get into the groove of it. This one develops a nice canter as you read. Very nice work. Angi~

[shythatway]

I usually get uncomfortable with split-ups, but this really works. They're beautiful each on their own, as well as combined. Made me realize how much I've missed them. It's been a decade. Or two..

[quinfinn]

nicely done. not a bovine among the herd. nice to see you posting poems again.

[Stacey Watts]

Very well done here. The words flow well and imagery is wonderful here.

[Robin]

Ride on !

[Poetic Justice]

love it..the way the two blend but also stand alone poems in themselves and still in the context of the piece..bravo..

[Leigh]

Very direct style, great poem

[M Breen]

Reading this on the internet depends on your browser and window preferences. My first reading was denied the right column. Somehow I knew there was even more and I automtaically 'technically' adjusted.
When I saw all the words, the spirit of the poem was released. Thank you for reminding me of the liberating spirit of horses, Mr. El Juero.

[emmajoy]

.. and i read this sincerely simple but rich poem, left to right and felt the whole as a wonderfully calm 'sit back and dream' time:

'I can hear them talking
quietly
against the early light of dawn
silhouetted '

those words are a beautiful and gentle watercolour. Sighhh

[John]

The first thing that confronts me is that poem appears in two sections which may or may not be related, so before reading gets under way, I am trying to piece the two parts together. Eventually I decide that the list on the right is a continuation of each line on the left, so the first line of the poem reads, I am thinking of Horses from memory... and so on.

On the other hand, the section on the right could be read independently, so, as you can see, for this reader anyway, it is quite some effort to decide how to read this piece.

Nevertheless, it has the simplicity and beauty of prayer, a celebration of a transendental moment contemplating the existence of these magnificent creatures, just the line 'I am thinking of horses..' is incredibly evocative, and like a refrain repeated at the end of the poem.